Immature - Ashe

My friends, they are all growing up

I think they realised

That nothing is as good as it seems

While I try to live off of my dream

Sleeping off a headache

From the night I had just to get away

And pretend I’m free from responsibility

Oh, stop making excuses

And start making it better

But I’m too immature for that

I’m tired of the little things

Every little thing, I’ll blame it on anxiety

Too many possibilities

While I count my days in coffee rings

A sucker for my sympathy

I’m stuck here now but I don’t know why

Why I try

I could stop making excuses

And start making it better

But I’m too immature for that

You know I’ll stop making excuses

And start making it better

But I’m too immature for that

I want love but I don’t, but I do

But I won’t just enough to say

But maybe one day I’ll

Stop making excuses

And start making it better

But I’m too immature for that

You know that I’m too immature for that